A young American tennis player senses someone watching her while she practices, but when her stalker is revealed as singing sensation, Harry Styles, she finds herself falling for him-hard. Her life may never return to the way it was.


18. Someplace Nice

I picked up an address book.  I was going to do things right this time.  I flipped through it until I found her name.  'Hamann, Erin' lived about five minutes away from where I was staying.  Now it's time to put my plan into action.

Three Hours Later

I arrived at her front door wearing a sports coat, and a nice shirt over a pair of jeans.  The jeans kind of conflicted with the outfit, but I prefer them to a full suit.  I held onto a bouquet of flowers (I know it's cheesy, but she seems like the type of girl who will like that) in my right hand, and knocked on the door with my left.  I tried to steady my breathing while I waited.  I closed my eyes and prepared for rejection.  Then I stopped myself.  Not only would it be humiliating to walk away from here with the same flowers I came with, but I may never speak to her again if I let her push me away now.

She answered the door in her pajamas.  It looked as if she had been crying.  I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her everything would be alright.  I'd rather be the one to comfort her than be the reason she needed comforting.  I'd love to-

"Harry" I heard her soft voice say my name.  Her voice seemed to break as she spoke.  Did I really hurt her this much?  "Why are you here?"

The words she had just spoken broke my heart, but I knew that I broke her.  I deserve this.  I was expecting a "Hello" or a "How are you?" but not just a plain and simple "Why are you here?"  And when she spoke se spoke with power.  She meant what she said.

I cleared my throat and began, "Look Erin, I know I've hurt you in ways I promised I never would.  I did things I shouldn't have, and you have every right to be mad.  But I don't want that.  I don't want to walk away from here tonight without your forgiveness.  Actually, scratch that.  I don't want to walk out of here tonight without you."

I still couldn't tell her the truth. Katrina would never let me. I skipped the confrontation part and skipped right to my feelings about her.  How much I wanted us to walk hand in ha-

My thoughts were broken by Erin's response, which took me by surprise.  She got up onto her toes and pressed her lips to mine.  I reacted immediately and kissed back.  After a few amazing moments we broke apart.  We just stood there, in her doorway, gazing into eachothers eyes for the longest time.  She looked extremely happy, and I knew I was smiling like an idiot.  I was the one to finally break the silence.

"So shall we go out to dinner or something then?" I inquired

She laughed, 'Give me some time to get ready."

"Of course." I called after her.  I walked into her living room and made myself comfortable on the couch.  I'd dated other women.  I knew how long it took for them to get ready.  I thought of one last detail, and called down the hallway after her, "And wear something fancy.  I'm taking you someplace nice."

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